The sky has been bled of light and lays in dark pools across my window. The thunder rolls under my feet, rumbling from a secret hollow in the clouds. The perfect day to write dark lyrics. And because I often cannot separate lyrics from emotion from my own thoughts, I descend quickly into these lyrics, into the longing that shapes them and try to find the pewter threads to give life to these tumbling thoughts.

What life is life immortalWhen years are glancing thoughtsAnd love is naught but ashesOn graves the past has lostWhat terrible gods have we become?Gone from the mirrorReflection nothing but shadows ofThe tumbling windOur crumbling tears The dust of my heart

I’ve lived beyond my measureTo worlds I cannot knowNo one should live to see Their ideals turned to stonePlease let returnPassion to timeRosy-lipped dayFragile desireIf just one moment tilThe tumbling windSuch crumbling tearsMake dust of my heart